Chapter 182. Mill’s Words Of Comfort
"Mauve, just what are you thinking about?"
"I am sorry. Did you say something?"
"Yes, I said I will have to use some balm since it hurts so much," Mill replied, staring at Mauve oddly.
"Oh, okay," Mauve replied with no enthusiasm. "Say, Mill, do you resent me for keeping you here?"
"What?" Mill asked and pulled away from her. She remained seated on the bed but there was now some significant distance between her and Mauve.
It was pretty obvious the question caught Mill off guard but because Mauve had her head bent, she did not see the vampire’s reaction.
"Surely, you must hate it here." Mauve continued. "You must hate having to come all the way out here simply for me." She squeezed the sheets slightly.
"I don’t hate it here. What gave you that idea? Where is this coming from?" Mill looked increasingly confused.
"Well, maybe resent is a strong word but you must be annoyed at having to cater to a human. Especially one like me who keeps getting into trouble and has no means of taking care of herself."